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Oh, fuck.
“The weird doctor gave you an aphrodisiac?”
“I do not know the specifics, but I am out of mind to have you. Do not free me.”
“I think I was dosed too.” That explained the warm flush of need and aching want in her.
“How?” he growled, which was the sexiest damn sound she ever heard.
Sonia bit her lip and sighed. This was out of hand.
“I don’t know. The bottle of water? It wasn’t water, more like an energy drink. Shit.” She shouldn’t have drunk the contents of the random bottle conveniently left in the maze for her to find. “I got jabbed by a plant. I think it might have been to counteract that. The pain went away.”
Sonia peered closed at the vines twisting around his wrists. The more he struggled, the tighter they wrapped around him. Wickedly sharp thorns dug into his skin. The area around the punctures was discolored, a sickly gray.
Not good.
Thorns were embedded into the food she already freed. The skin had the same discoloration. She pushed up his pant leg. The gray spread up his ankle, following a vein. So not good.
“I think you’re having a reaction to the thorns. I need to dig them out,” she said.
“It is toxic to me. The toxin will kill you if you are exposed.” His words slurred, like his tongue was too thick. That wasn’t the only thing too thick.
She glanced up at his crotch.
Don’t think of thick things.
Caldar laughed. It was low and far too sexy, like he knew exactly what she was thinking.
She cleared her throat. Focus. “I’ll just have to be careful then,” she said.
She brought the blade to the vines wrapped around his other foot. Her left hand trembled. Using her bum right hand for stability, the blade stopped shaking. How could she dig out thorns when she could barely cut through a vine? She needed to concentrate, but how could she concentrate when she positively ached for him? Sweat rolled down his throat, and she wanted nothing more than to lick it up. Maybe, maybe just a little—
“I can’t,” she said, jerking the blade away. “I can’t think like this.”
“Sonia—” His voice, low and needy, promised all sorts of delights. Her body was right there, eager and ready. She wanted to be used, to be filled, and pounded until she couldn’t walk straight.
“How do you do that? I feel like I could come just from your voice alone.” She flushed, embarrassed to have shared that.
“Then you should come,” he said.
“What?”
“It might help,” he paused, as if searching for the best way to explain his idea, “to take the edge off.”
“You want me to… in front of you…” She should have been mortified at the idea of touching herself—masturbating, she could barely even think it—with an audience. Instead, she tingled at the idea. Her eyes fluttered closed, imagining what it would be like to slip her hand into her panties and touch herself with Caldar watching. “I don’t do that. I’m not like that.”
Apparently, she was like that now.
“Free one of my hands and I will take care of myself. We will do this together,” he said, and it was the best damn idea she ever heard.
She ran her hands through her twists. Sweat plastered strands of hands to her forehead. “Are we really drugged?”
“I am. Only you know your mind.”
“I don’t feel like myself.” Sonia had always needed to know a person before she felt the spark of attraction, and she definitely felt that with Caldar, but this was something else. This raw desire felt frantic—wrong. The only thing that seemed right was the urge to rip Caldar’s pants open and swallow his dick until she choked.
Yeah, that was not her normal thought process. She said, “I was drugged. Let’s do it.”
